Poems ✍️

My name was called, there I was
sitting on a soft white cloud.
Awaiting my meeting with the master,
who wears a golden shroud.

He looked at me as I bent my head,
his eyes I feared to see.
The book slowly opened, the pages
turned until they were of me.

Sounds of music filled the air,
angels quickly appeared.
A scent of rhubrum lilies flourished,
while stars danced through heavenly air..

A crown was placed upon my head,
as angels sang and gathered round.
I believe my Lord was pleased with
me for I was Heaven bound.

Written: May 18/2007